He's got some of the basics down, but, in the end, that just has to create a bigger clusterfuck in that chinese fire drill of a cognitive thought he brought to the dog and pony show of his new found awareness. - Jack Goff

Head was going to turn back alone and you FFs left the injured guy to ride sweep

or maybe I begged him to to turn back so I had an excuse. it hurt like fuck to dab my left foot and you know I can't ride sand with out a dab or too

uh-huh.

Right.

You shoulda gave him cash.....he told me whole story, about the hooker, the moonshine, the farm animals.....everything. He folded like a Guacamole tostada with extra cheese, extra beans, and sour cream..and maybe some fried onions....oh, and lotsa salsa....the fresh stufff, not that shitty bottled crap....